THE PIED PIPER OF HAWTHORNE


Megawatt megaphone
Melancholy zero zone
Liquid date’s crowded vacuum
Seems to come here
All alone

Burn-up fuel tank’s ugly glare
People start to stop and stare
Living wage-jinxed Jezebel
Yet seems to dog poor
Tony Blair

Down in the mouth gray
Up in the South Bay
Windward jambs herbivorous
And you can’t hear us
Laugh & pray


Jeffrey Frisch – Copyright 2004